Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.